Let them go.

I remember my nieces and nephew having some cute ways of saying words.  They thought it was right and we thought it was adorable, so that's what mattered.  My oldest niece would say, 'hold you!' with her arms outstretched instead of 'hold me'.  My nephew would ask, 'What you doonin'?'  Then there was the youngest niece who had a way of saying 'coffee' that sounded obscene.  So maybe in that case a child should be corrected in the proper way to say a word, but for the most part, it's so much fun to listen to little ones speak.  They hear a word and maybe they simply didn't hear it clearly or maybe they just have a hard time putting certain sounds together, who knows.  


Bree has come up with some funny words over her four years.  The most memorable was when Bob was sitting at the table looking at the Sunday paper around Christmas two years ago.  He's a Star Wars geek and saw Toys R Us had the Millenium Falcon in their ad.  He commented on it and Bree repeated...or at least her version of the ship's name, sounding like she was saying 'M---er F----er'.  We laughed, like parents do.  Told my brother, stupidly, who then would constantly try to get her to say Millenium Falcon.  But I digress.


I'm looking forward to Layne's butchered words.  As of now, most things sound similar to ball, but he knows what he's saying and we're starting to understand him, too.  Can't wait to hear the sounds and words this boy will come up with.  I have a feeling we're in for an entertaining ride with this kid!

Thoughts on becoming a mother.

I came across this wonderful poem about struggling to become a mother. 

Thoughts on Becoming a Mother
There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books,
but because I have struggled and toiled for this child.
I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.
Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.
I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.
I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see.
Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love.
I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain.
I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body, I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall.
I have prevailed.
I have succeeded.
I have won.
So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs.
I listen.
And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immerse power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes I will be a wonderful mother.

Is it possible to heal a broken heart?

I came across a blog on CNN one day about a new mom and baby who were both fighting cancer.  It broke my heart.  Before I was a parent, I'd be sad to read a story like this.  But now that I am a  parent...a mom...it takes my breath away.  To imagine this happening to another family is hard to fathom.  To think of Aubree or Layne fighting for their life?!?  On Christmas Eve night, before bed, Aubree walked into the bathroom and smacked her head on the counter.  She was overly tired is all I can think of how she did it.  Her eyelid bled a little and she ended up with a black eye.  Seeing her so upset and hurt pulled at my heart and I had to fight back the tears myself.  Compare this with your child fighting to live....it's difficult.  But I suppose as a parent, you suck it up, display your best poker face, comfort your baby as much as possible and break down in the quiet moments by yourself.  My heart is heavy for the Fitzgerald's loss.
http://newmomnewcancer.blogspot.com/
http://myfamilyhascancerx2.blogspot.com/

Things you'll know soon - what I'd tell a first time mommy.

There are so many things I wish I could put into words. Things that I wish someone had told me. Fears. Hopes. But most of all the love. I want you to know this love, as pure as it is, will hit you like nothing else you've ever experienced. You know you love your children even before you set eyes on them. But it's hard to fathom the extent of that love just yet. I would imagine it's nearly impossible. No matter how much you feel this love, this devotion now, it will magnify the moment they arrive. The affection may be overwhelming. It took me some time to reel in the flood of emotions when Aubree was born. I never expected to love so fiercely. The protective instinct is overwhelming. It takes time to understand and get control of...if it's even possible to understand. You'll always want to protect your children, but those first few hours, days, weeks can be unnerving, confusing and scary. To know you have been entrusted with the care of a tiny baby and want to protect them from the world all while trying to reel in and sort such strong love is a lot all at one time.

I remember disliking driving anywhere because I didn't trust any other drivers. Unless I was really sleep deprived, I had a hard time taking a nap if someone offered to come over so I could rest. It's all so much to take in. I just want you to know feelings stronger than you've ever imagined are on their way. It's okay to feel a flood of conflicting emotions. It's okay to not know what to do with yourself. It's okay to love your children so much it hurts your very soul. I can assure you, these tiny little beings love you just the same. The way they will look at you - such trust and utter devotion - will melt your heart into an unfixable mess. You will learn to mold it back as best as you can and move mountains for them. I tell you this because I wish someone had told me all that I was about to experience.

I was stunned when Aubree came into this world. Of course I adored and wanted her more than words can ever express (just as I do Layne)...but to not expect that rush of emotions was scary.

It's not an easy thing to put into words.  But I wish someone had tried so I knew it was just part of becoming a mommy and I wasn't losing my mind.

Mommies don't get a day off. Ever.

Being that my birthday was coming up and on a Friday, I figured what better day to take off of work!  We pay for day care regardless, so I could have a quiet peaceful day all by myself.  Or at least 8 hours.  Earlier in the week, Bob's back went out again, so he would be home with me.  Okay, not what I had in mind, but not bad.  He knew I needed some time by myself, so he'd likely leave me be.  He even got up Friday morning and got the kids ready for day care and dropped them off.  Yay!  He came back home, I decided to take a nap.  The phone rings within the hour.  Bree is sick.  We need to come get her.  Is this really my luck?  Bob said no need for me to worry, he'd take care of her.  How can I not though?  Try as a mom might, it's nearly physically impossible to pass off your sick child to someone else's care, even if it is to their father.  Luckily though, she wanted to go to bed.  So off to naptime I went. 

Is it some law of the universe that moms are never allowed a day by themselves again once they pee on that stick?  While I don't know how day to day life is for other mommies, I can say it's hard to even make a potty run without one of the kids barging in.  Even if I am allowed a shower without no one pulling back the curtain on some days, the moment I turn the water off, Bree comes bursting in the door.  Not sure what she wants really, but it's almost like clock work.  And these days, even though Layne is almost a year, there are still probably more days than not where one of the kids wakes in the night, crying from not feeling well, teething, overly tired or just because.  So I am convinced there will no longer be such a thing as a full, solid night's sleep or taking a random vacation day to be by myself. 

The day may have not gone like I'd hoped, but all in all, it was a pretty good day.  Even with a sick child, at least I wasn't working!

Boys are different.

The title is self explanatory.  Or you'd think.  Do you have a boy?  Or boys, plural??  Wow.  No one could tell me what I was in for.  At least not like when we announced we were having a girl.  Everyone and their brother wanted to warn me of girls.  Because, as you know, I am not a girl, so I couldn't understand.  In hindsight, it seems people should have warned me of baby boys as indeed, I am NOT a boy.  This was hard to fathom. 

I am used to the drama of girls.  I am one.  I have one.  My cat and dog are girls.  I get it.  I've always been moody, so the mood swings are like second nature.  Not to say it's easy when Bree decides she's happy as a clam one minute, we tell her no for something and the world comes to and end.  No, that's not easy at all.  Okay, I admit, my sister-in-law did give me some sort of clue.  She said girls were easier (?) when they are young and boys are easier as they get older.  I should have known.  But how could I?

But Layne...we also call him Angry Baby at times.  He will be the happiest baby on the block as long as he's right next to mommy or in mommy's arms.  He will even play happily if distracted while I go out of the room.  Fantastic.  However.  It can all go downhill quickly with him.  Why did no one warn me of temper tantrums?  Well, to be fair, I know about them plenty.  But how could I know a tiny little baby is capable of such tantrums?  I half expect him to tear his shirt off as his color turns to green saying, "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."  Throwing himself on the floor (from a sitting position, mind you).  Throwing himself back (whether he's being held or is playing).  I couldn't tell you the times this child has bonked his head.  And he's rarely phased.  We're debating on getting this kid fitted for padding to keep him safe from his own tantrums.

And the headbanging?  No one could tell me that baby boys find this fun?  Walls.  Sliding glass doors.  Metal patio table legs.  Shins.  What is going on here?  Someone please explain why this is fun to a boy!

We got incredibly lucky with Bree in that when we said "No", even as a baby, she listened pretty well.  We didn't have to put much out of her reach.  Do the whole baby proofing.  We started to, but quickly realized she either didn't realize all there was to get into or just didn't care.  She left things alone for the most part.  Then there is the tasmanian devil, as I lovingly call Layne.  Since he figured out how to move his little self, he has not looked back.  If it's anywhere near him, he's all over it.  And the more expensive, fragile, gross or dangerous, the more attractive it is to him.  Banging on the cable box to him is the best game ever.  We now not only have to put the bathroom trash up when we leave for the dog's sake, but it's up on a permanent basis for Layne's sake.  He loves to put toys and his pacifier in there.  This boy of ours is a non-stop ball of energy.  He even fights sleep, as if he's afraid he'll miss the chance to wreak havoc on just one more inch of our house.

At the same time that I am amazed by this whirlwind of boy who has entered our life, I am equally thrilled with this new love of ours.  For as much as he wears us down, our hearts are filled with more.  Layne is a momma's boy and I could not be happier.  I've always loved that Bree was a momma's girl and now she's shifting to be daddy's girl.  Maybe it's because so much of my time is taken with tending to her baby brother.  Maybe it's just nature for a girl to be so attached to daddy.  Who knows.  She will always be my baby girl and Layne is definitely and I hope always momma's boy.

Just because you know...

doesn't mean you have the slightest clue. This is one mantra moms...or maybe I should say parents, should live by. You've been there, done that. The second time around should be a piece of cake. Maybe there's that minor hurdle of having a child of the opposite gender to what you already have, but other than that, easy. You're a well seasoned mom now. Right? Silly mommy. Sure, you can offer advice on preference for bottles, which diapers worked best for you, even bedtime strategies. However, don't be fooled into thinking it'll all be the same for your second babe. With my luck, I figured pregnancy, birth (God bless you, epidural-inventor) and *knock on wood* up until now, our daughter has been fairly easy in all aspects, so I knew the odds were stacked against us. I had no idea how high those odds were. If a rougher pregnancy wasn't a red flag, I should have known by his birth this one wasn't going to be the most patient child. He was doing it his way and no one was convincing him otherwise.

This second child we've been blessed with has tested our patience. Don't get me wrong, we adore this little boy to pieces. He is the sweetest, cuddliest boy in the world. He just happens to know what he wants and refuses to abide by anyone else's rules when he's got his mind set. So when you get those two pretty lines announcing your second child is on his or her way, don't even toy with the thought that you know anything about parenthood.  Sometimes sweet, sometimes funny, sometimes you're at your wit's end.  No matter though, it's a wonderful, topsy-turvy ride.